I refuse to sit on the leather couches in the young adult classroom at my church in Ohio. I sit on the lightly-padded cloth chairs instead. The church council decided, unbeknownst to me (I really should attend their meetings) to buy leather couches for us a couple of years ago. I hate the smell of leather. It's awful. It hadn't even occurred to me to say, "Hey, when we're picking out furniture for the new building, let's not get anything with leather" since leather is a status item, and my church is normally all about getting the best quality and lowest price option available. And that's usually not leather... not for couches, anyway! Maybe for hiking boots.
I was pissed. But what was I going to do when I walked in one Sunday and saw and smelled these horrific couches? Insist they take them back or I was never tithing anything to that church again?
Someday I won't be a young adult anymore, but they'll still probably have those couches, since they get sat on one hour a week.
Q: How many poets does it take to change a light bulb? A: 1001...one to change the bulb, 1000 to say it's already been done.